The only place where there was any peace and quiet in the Blood God Legion was Tang Wulin's dormitory room.

His blood was also churning in his veins as he listened to the raucous cheers around him, but he still chose to log out of the battle net and return to his room.

He had reaped more rewards during this battle than even his battle against Sima Jinchi. This battle had truly shown him just how powerful the Body Sect's congenital secret method was, and he was certain that if he could successfully cultivate this congenital secret method, then he wouldn't encounter any issues in breaking at least the next two Golden Dragon King seals. The congenital secret method of the Body Sect was most likely the most powerful body refinement method of the entire human race, so he had to try it no matter what.

With that in mind, he dialed Mu Ye's soul communication number.

"Ring ring, ring ring, ring ring!" The ringtone rang out a few times, yet no one was picking up.

What was Teacher Mu Ye doing? Why wasn't he accepting the call? Tang Wulin was rather perplexed.

Right...